Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Я пломбы сорвал

I tore off the seal chests and closets,
I opened the lid and doors, opened,
And upload the floor plans of accumulation,
And all of this well peretryahnul.
All remembered thinking, reopen,
Each piece in the hands twirled -
Over I chuckled over in tears ...
But take them on the road did not want to.
Why do I need the thoughts of poor baggage?
Why do I need things bremenyaschaya luggage?
I still lost them along the way.
And if I'm empty, what I got to lose?
I'll leave. I straightened the wings.
But you know, since I meet trap
I'm in this house its face left -
So let it you will become my place.
But not worth it to harass,
Pull it into a game, whip the unbelievers.
He was eighteen, eighteen,
Suppose he can not set fire to bridges.
While not prevent violent terms
Empty chests and closets are clean,
Unless it involves a long journey -
Let it remain. And build bridges.